* One day, my son, all this was ours
The capital of a fallen galaxy-spanning empire. A world of jewelled plazas and gilded arcades, stripped of it’s wealth and splendour by centuries of looters. Sky-platforms loaded with statues to dynasties long forgotten.
* Keep your friends close, and your enemies behind 30 layers of scheming
The scions of fallen houses, beaten into leathery opportunists as they scrabble to survive on a depleted legacy.
* Information and Technology brokers
Half-remembered technological heights are long gone, but Ilyrium is still the most advanced place in the cluster, and they keep the best ships for themselves, leasing them for profit. Of course, that means they tend to know what’s going where, and who its going to.